5- Topic To Be Discussed- A Mate

“Mate…” Someone murmured against my skin. Instantly my eyes flew open. In the crook of my neck was Alpha Chris. He inhaled and I laid frozen in my ‘bed’.

“I’m so lucky the Moon Goddess paired us together…” He slurred and it was then I smelt the alcohol on his breath.

Alpha Chris had two drunk modes: the affectionate, sweet, aloof Alpha or the cruel sadistic, brute of an Alpha. Even though the latter is how he treats me the majority of the time, it’s like 10 times worse when he’s drunk. And the worst part of all this is he can switch between the two in a heartbeat.

Werewolves had a high alcohol tolerance and the human type doesn’t get us near the point of tipsy- so they had a different type of alcohol. It sucks that a fourteen-year-old knows that...

“My precious babykinny…..my lovely Violet...I love you so much…” He was slurring over everything he was saying and he started moving down my neck, his hands running over my scarred stomach.

He turned me over, as I was sleeping on my side, and started to take off my shirt.

“Baby...babykinny… you’re gonna do your mate a favor, yeah…” He got up and I laid in fear. He started to fumble with his belt- and soon it fell along with his pants and his underpants

“Come suck off your mate..” He slurred. When I stayed for a second instead of obeying right away, his mood twitched. He reached down and yanked me up on my knees in front of his...region.

“When your Alpha tells you to do something, you do it! Now- be a good girl and please your mate.” He demanded through his drunken state, gripped my hair, and started to force me on himself.

He groaned, “uhh, babykinny…”

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I woke with a start, breathing heavily as I felt someone shake me. My eyes frantically landed on the Beta. He let go of my shoulders, and stood up, taking a step back.

“It’s nine forty-five, you should get ready.” He still had that monotone voice.

'Because he doesn’t like you- no one does.'

“The clothes are in the bathroom, take a quick shower, or whatever, I’ll be waiting out here.” He directed and then went and sat on the foot of the bed.

I quickly got up, not wanting to disobey a beta, and went into the bathroom. I made sure to lock the bathroom door.

Of all my years, that was the one thing I was always sure about, locking the bathroom. My sanctuary, despite the harm I’ve done to myself in them. Alpha Chris would barge into my room all the time, but I learned no one came into my bathroom, except for once.

I quickly showered and got dressed in the clothes sitting on the counter. I was dressed in cotton undergarments, that was shockingly in my size, a long-sleeve dark brown shirt that was big on me, and a pair of black sweatpants that I had to roll a few times despite then being tied as tight as they could. ...Perks of being starved and tortured for over a decade...

I rolled on the pair of socks and quickly brushed my messed up hair. I was done and hurried out to the Beta on the bed- fearing the consequences if I was late. This is the Night Stone pack after all…

I followed the Beta, whose name I still do not know, blindly until we reached a large, dark brown door.

“Mallory.” The beta spoke out as he knocked against the door. Mallory? Is that who’s behind the door? Is Mallory the blue-eyed man?

A gruff reply sounded from the other side of the door, I couldn’t make out exact words. The beta opened the door, motioned for me to walk in, and I did and saw an office with a man sitting at the desk, and a blonde-haired girl sitting on his desk. I was greeted with that sandalwood scent. He lifted his head and looked at me, the blue-eyed man.

“You are dismissed, Mallory.” He told with a deep, steady voice. So, the beta’s name is Mallory, then-

“Yes, Alpha.” The beta- Mallory spoke.

...Alpha?...

My body quickly turned around in time to see Mallory leave.

...Alpha? Alpha Derek? He is the blue-eyed man?...

'You already knew that dipshit. He was the Alpha visiting Alpha Chris. And the man in the hospital. So fucking stupid…'

Panic was bubbling in my system and I felt the need to leave, be safe.

...Go to-...

My thoughts were cut off by voices.

“But Alpha… you said we could have some time together…” the blonde whined and she ran a hand down the Alpha’s chest. I don’t know why but I didn’t like that she was touching him.

“Lindsay, I have to deal with business. I’ll see you later.” He told her as he removed her hand from his chest. He stood up and walked her to the door and I couldn’t help as my eyes followed, he opened the door for her and she kissed his cheek, leaving.

I don’t know what it was but I felt a mix of emotions flare in my chest. Jealousy, anger, and some unnamed ones.

I heard the Alpha smirk and I knew it was directed towards me. He walked back to his desk and sat down. I turned my head back to see the Alpha was staring at me with his blue eyes full of scrutiny. I immediately brought my gaze to the floor- he snapped his fingers forcing me to bring my eyes back up as he pointed to a seat in front of the desk.

Doing as he gestured, I sat down. I was uncomfortable knowing he was staring at me, I just kept my gaze on my hands that were fiddling with each other. My insecurities flared up and I felt my face heat up.

...Does he have a staring problem?...

“Yes, I most certainly do.” The voice spoke.

...Wait- did I say that out loud?...

“No,” He informed me. So curt. My face flushed at his comment. I don’t know why, but I wanted to- no, I felt the need to look at him, so feeling like it would be best because he was surveying me, I lifted my head.

It felt like my heart sped up just by being in his presence, so looking at him- my oh my… The man had a defined jawline, straight, dark brown hair with thick, matching, arched eyebrows, a complementing nose, full pink lips that are paired perfectly with his olive complexion, and of course- those striking dark blue eyes. Definitely an Alpha.

'No dip sherlock- we don’t need you to point that out, moron…'

“Violet.” The man spoke. My name seemed to roll off his tongue and I loved it, I didn't know why but something in me got excited. My eyes flickered up to his briskly and I snapped my eyes back down when I felt the power oozing off of him.

“You’re twenty-one?” He asked me. I meekly nodded. “Not much of a speaker I see, well, I’m not really either…” He grumbled.

A silence fell over us and somehow I was itching to break it.

“A-alpha…” I stuttered, my voice sounded small and weak.

'Shocker. Always have to stutter, if one Alpha wasn’t enough, here’s another to disappoint.'

A frown made its way onto my face at the voice. I snuck another look up and he had a curious look as to what I was going to say.

“A-alpha D-Derek, w-when w-will I g-go b-back t-to A-alpha C-Chris?” I stuttered out and by the end, I felt as if my face was burning- in embarrassment. That was one of the longest sentences I’ve said in possibly a few years…

“What?” He spoke with an agitated tone.

'There you go, make another mad, fucking moron…'

I felt myself shrink into the seat.

“What did you just ask?” He asked again, growing more and more pissed every passing second. When I didn’t say anything back he spoke again, “Violet, I don’t like repeating myself,” he growled out and I flinched back, “what. Did. You. Just. Ask?” At this point, he was speaking through his clenched teeth.

I stuttered out a ‘sorry’.

“When will you go back?” He chuckled and I felt my chest tighten a little bit. “Why would you go back?” He demanded an answer, and I moronically sat there thinking of a reason why I should go back to my abuser.

One word was ringing in my head, a word he always called me. One that graced my nightmare last night.

“M-mate…” My voice was quiet. “H-he’s m-my m-mate… He’ll b-be a-angry th-that-” my rambling was cut off by a growl. It was deep and resonating from the man across from me.

“Your mate?” He questioned, his voice held a lethal tone, and I was frozen in fear. “Flower, I told you once- I won’t tell you again; I don’t like repeating myself. Answer your Alpha when questioned.” He demanded and I couldn’t help as my mind compared him to Alpha Chris.

I nodded my head at his question, my eyes filling with tears.

“Oh, is he now?” He continued, “Violet, are you sure of your answer.” I meekly nodded again, holding back a sniffle. “And I’m assuming he told you that- yes?” Again, I nodded, not being able to bring my eyes up to his.

I heard as he got up and walked over till he was in front of me. His brown shoes in my line of view and I averted my line of sight to my lap. My tears flowed freely as his hand shot out and grabbed my chin. I flinched back or tried to as his grip was hard. For a reason unknown to me, sparks were shooting where he was grabbing me.

...Just like the hospital...

He brought my face up and my eyes locked with his. Those dark blue eyes glinting with an emotion I could not name.

“Okay then, Violet,” he practically spat my name, and I pressed my lips together to stop a sob from coming out, his eyes softened at my face, “tell me, when he touches you- do you feel sparks from his touch? Do you feel angry and jealous when you see him with another woman?”

...How...how did he know about that?...

“‘How did he know about that?’” He mimicked. “Because -Violet-” he spit my name again, “sadly enough, I am your mate.”

My heart ached at his words and it felt like my tears would never end. My eyes fell from his, my body was fighting every urge not to start sobbing. I put a hand over my mouth to help.

He let go of my chin with a small amount of force and he took a step back, leaning against his desk. My eyes fell to my lap, again and I squeezed my eyes shut to try and stop the tears, or at least lessen the amount.

“You cry a lot.” He declared, a soft undertone was hidden there.

“I-I’m s-sorry…” I stumbled over every syllable, my voice breaking.

'Fucking- did he ask for you to speak? No.'

The sound of the door opening broke the silence that filled the room.

“Violet, come with me,” A hand was placed on my shoulder and I flinched away but his grip stayed.

I recognized the voice as the Beta’s and got up as he guided me out of the room. He steered me down a few hallways and then stopped.

“Violet, right?” I timidly nodded at him, “Violet, are you hungry? Breakfast? Brunch?” His voice seemed to be gentler.

I shook my head ‘no’ and brought my hand up to wipe my cheeks. My tears were slowing down, but haven’t come to a complete stop.

“Violet, you have to eat. Come on,” He brought me down to the kitchen, and even though I wasn’t in the mood to eat he got me a glass of water and two hard-boiled eggs. I’ve never had hard-boiled eggs and they were quite good.

“I know you said you’re not hungry, but it’s not healthy to not eat. Plus the doctor gave a strict diet for you to follow. And then the Alpha gave me strict instructions for you to follow it,” the Beta told me. I didn’t respond.

I felt full from half of an egg, and when I was done he told me he would show me around the pack and house. I didn’t really want to go but I was afraid of what would happen if I told him no.

“My name is Hamlin Mallory.” He spoke up, “Mallory is what I go by though.”

He was walking around and speaking as I trailed behind him and kept my head down.

“You know, Violet, you won’t see what I’m showing you if you keep your head down.” He told me as he stopped walking and I felt his stare on me. I lifted my head to him and his eyes softened.

“I know it’s hard for you, I was lightly filled in on some topics- but I just want to let you know you can trust me. I’m not going to hurt you. And I know you don’t trust that because of what you’ve been through, but I’m letting you know.” He spoke in a sincere tone and I felt guilt eat inside me for not being nicer to him.

...Why do I always let my past rule me?...

'Because you’re a pussy. You-'

...Shut up!...

'I’m not gonna ‘shut up’'

Despite the voices fighting in my head, I knew I couldn’t just forget about everything and automatically trust someone, that’s not how this works.

But I still nodded my head and he continued the tour, making sure I was actually looking up. He showed me the kitchen, the living room, the library, the indoor pool, the garden, and more, then he walked me to the packhouse.

I was growing tired but didn’t dare mention it. He showed me around the packhouse that was filled with people and I couldn’t help but notice the questioning glances I was receiving.

'How could a piece of trash like you, be in such a strong, respected pack?'

'Trash belongs outside.'

My head dropped at their comments. They’re right.

I started to feel slightly claustrophobic in the packhouse. Mallory turned his head to me.

“Volet, are you okay? It’s okay, let’s head back…” He told me in a slightly panicked, worried tone.

We walked back to Alpha Derek’s house, and he took me to my room.

“I’ll let you have some time alone, then I’ll come to get you in about an hour to get some lunch. We’ll be discussing your clothing- something to look forward to.” He spoke and then left me to myself.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was about one in the afternoon. I was feeling a little tired, so I walked to the spot from last night, laid on the floor, and rested my eyes.